Jiang Ziyu opened his eyes and subconsciously reached his hand next to the jade pillow, but there was no one there.
"Where is Master?" He rubbed his eyes, sat up drowsily, opened the door and walked out.
The moonlight suddenly dimmed, the temperature around dropped drastically, the atmosphere became completely different, and ghosts and monsters seemed to be swaying in every unclear corner.
"Master?"
As I was distracted, the corridor became dark and eerie, as if I had stepped into some kind of barrier, and the surroundings changed silently.
Is it an illusion
He walked forward in confusion, and a door appeared out of nowhere.
"Please spare my life, Master! I have old people and young children to take care of, I don't want to die, please, please! I will never do evil again, I will definitely turn over a new leaf!"
“Aaaaaaah!”
With the violent shaking of the chains and the screams, the air was gradually filled with a strong smell of blood.
Is the master in there
Jiang Ziyu was puzzled and pushed the door open and walked in.
When he saw the scene inside the door clearly, his scalp felt numb and tight, his shoulders involuntarily shrank, his throat became dry, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Rather than saying it is a secret room, it is more like an abyss formed by a barrier, which is bottomless.
Thousands of people were bound with iron chains on the cliff. They were struggling with terrified looks, but unfortunately they were put under a silencing spell. Not only were they bound and unable to move, they couldn't even make a sound.
They are all alive!
In the center of the abyss is a suspended formation, and in the center of the formation stands a stone pillar made of a huge white burning lamp stone.
But the lamp stone had long been stained with blood, and only its original appearance could be vaguely discerned.
A man was tied naked to a stone pillar, with curse marks on his body. There was a bloody hole in his chest, and he died with his eyes open.
"Tick... Tick..." Steaming blood dripped down the stone pillar.
Jiang Ziyou took a few steps back with lingering fear, muttering: "What on earth is going on..."
A familiar aura suddenly appeared behind him.
"Have you seen enough?" The cold voice seemed unusually cold at this moment, "I didn't expect that by accompanying you to sleep every night, you would be contaminated with my scent and enter this barrier."
Jiang Ziyu's back trembled and he froze in place, then he slowly turned around.
Wen Shili was standing behind him, dressed in cold white. His face was reflected in his deep, cold eyes, looking pale and fragile.
"Master...you...what are you doing?"
"Why don't you sleep well? Why do you have to run out?" Wen Shili wiped the blood off the sword with a handkerchief, lowered his eyes and said, "Ziyou, you have disappointed your master."
His thin lips parted and a faint light occasionally flowed between his teeth, cool and chilly, but at this moment it seemed extremely eerie.
Jiang Ziyou stared at him blankly, his heart was empty, he murmured: "Master killed so many people..."
"The man who died on the pillar was lazy and loved to gamble away all his wealth, which angered his gray-haired mother to death. He also accidentally killed his own young son after a bout of drunkenness, but he still did not change his bad habits. Do you think he deserves to die?"
"I don't know... I don't know..." Jiang Ziyou's eyes were full of confusion, "You are not my master. Master said that we should protect the people and have a sense of justice. It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this..."